They say you'll grow out of it.

They say you're gonna heal.

They say you'll forget about me.

They forget these monsters are real.

I don't use that coping tool.

I don't know that little child.

I don't speak as I used to.

I don't want to ever get that wild.

Sometimes she doesn't exist.

Sometimes she's just a ghost.

Sometimes she's the only real thing.

Often times she's what I fear most.

Rarely do I let her out;

Rarely, does she come to play.

Rarely do I feel her hurt;

Rarely, do I let her get a say.

But she's a part of you after all.

But she's clever and a spinner.

But she's still your little girl.

But all in all I have always been her.

I didn't want to make you see.

I didn't want to let it out.

I didn't want to feel this hurt.

I didn't want to cast this doubt.

But after all I've been through-

After everything I've lost and gained...

But she wanted me to.

Sometimes I need to feel this pained.

She deserves a voice.

That demon child in my brain,

The battered without a choice;

Demands that you to see her strains.